


call me baby

by strawberricream



Series: soft cheeks and tiny hands 🍼 [2]
Category: Haikyuu!!
Genre: Alternate Universe - Babies, Babies, Fluff, Gen, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, essentially its the guys interacting with a baby ha, the reader is a baby
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-09-13
Updated: 2020-09-13
Packaged: 2021-03-06 18:41:58
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 8
Words: 4,291
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26433583
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/strawberricream/pseuds/strawberricream
Summary: you, inarizaki's boys volleyball club manager, have turned into a baby. what do the boys do?
Relationships: Akagi Michinari/Reader, Ginjima Hitoshi/Reader, Kita Shinsuke/Reader, Miya Atsumu/Reader, Miya Osamu/Reader, Ojiro Aran/Reader, Suna Rintarou/Reader
Series: soft cheeks and tiny hands 🍼 [2]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1921411
Comments: 10
Kudos: 402





	1. Chapter 1

“where’d she go?” aran asks.

suna wipes at his mouth, closing his water bottle. “huh?” 

osamu looks over at aran. “wasn’t she going to wipe down the mats in the storage room?” 

“hasn’t she been there for a while?” ginjima wipes at his chin. “she went in there before we started our run.”

“hmm? is she slacking?” atsumu smirks.

“no, she’s not you,” osamu quips.

“god forbid,” akagi mutters.

atsumu glares at them. “hey!” 

“i’ll go check on her.” kita makes his way to their storage room, prying the doors open. he calls your name. hearing no response, he walks further inside. 

“goo!”

he stops in his tracks, looking down to see a small baby at his feet. you look up at him and smile. 

“buu!” 

his eyes look forward to the pile of your gym clothes near the mats and your cleaning supplies left unattended. the window was closed and there was no other exit you could have left from, and surely you wouldn’t have done it nude. kita reaches toward your gym clothes, but stops his hand halfway. is this disrespectful? an invasion of privacy? 

“buu!” you repeat. you pat his legs, seemingly wanting his attention. he smiles and takes off the jersey jacket he had on, wrapping you in it. you babble happily, patting at his face, “ouuh!”

“hey!” he laughs softly.

“kita-san?” 

he turns around. “ah, suna.”

suna blinks. “uh.”

kita holds onto your hand, mimicking a waving motion. “it’s our dear manager.”


	2. Chapter 2

“so you’re telling us that this little baby is her?” ginjima asks, skeptical.

kita nods. “her clothes are left in the storage room, along with the cleaning supplies.”

“doubt anyone would escape nude,” akagi muses.

“how do you know it’s her?” omimi asks. 

osamu looks down you, all soft and innocent in kita’s arms. you make eye contact with him, a smile breaking out on your face. he smiles back, giving you his pointer finger, letting you grab onto it as you giggle. 

“mumu!”

osamu’s chest tightens at your endearing display. “i think it’s her.”

“……dude,” ginjima breathes. even he has to agree that you were cute beyond words. 

“why the hell do you get to be called that?” atsumu complains.

“how cute,” omimi says.

akagi walks up to you and makes a couple of funny faces. you giggle, swatting at him. he laughs in return, ruffling your hair.

suna decides he wants to join in too. “may i hold her, kita-san?”

kita nods, handing you to him gently and giving pointers on how to properly support you. your hands go on his chest as you stare at him. he blinks, sticking his tongue out at you. you giggle and suna’s mouth twitches into a smile as he realizes how much he likes your high-pitched, bubbly laugh.

“rinrin?” you chirp.

his eyes widen as he boops your nose, the smile on his face softening in response to his nickname. “hey.”

“buu!” you smile, patting at his chest and giggling.

“oh, she recognizes him,” aran says. 

atsumu walks up next to suna, staring at you. 

kita stares blankly at him. “don’t make her cry, atsumu.”

“i won’t!” 

he looks back at you and you look at him. “unng?” you reach out and he watches as you flail your little arm before he grabs onto your hand. it’s small and atsumu can’t help but be a little star struck by it. 

“mumu?”

“we have the same nickname?” osamu grimaces.

ginjima snickers. 

aran turns towards kita. “should we continue practice?” 

“yes, but we should get her proper clothing first. i don’t want her getting sick.”

aran looks bad over at you, nodding. 

“can i hold her?” atsumu asks. 

suna’s a little reluctant to let go of your petite warm body, but he passes you on. atsumu holds onto you, supporting your bum and you relax, resting against his shoulder. 

“mmm,” you mumble. you look up at him, and atsumu finds himself a little lost in your sweet, charming eyes. 

he rubs your back and you mumble again, quieter, “mumu?”

a soft smile graces atsumu’s face as he chuckles, “that’s me.”


	3. Chapter 3

admiring your rounded, soft features, suna, staying nearby, pats your head. you look to him, your quiet laugh sounding like bubbles foaming in a bubble bath. atsumu starts rubbing circles into your back and before long, his caresses mixed with his slow rocking have you dozing off. 

the gym goes quiet. the soft “fuu” of your exhales the only thing heard. 

“should we go out and get stuff as she naps?” aran whispers.

kita nods. everyone leaves to get you proper clothes and food while the twins stay behind with kita to watch over you.

you nuzzle into atsumu’s chest as you fall asleep, mumbling softly. osamu sits next to atsumu on one of the benches as he watches you as you sleep, tenderly holding onto one of your hands.

kita finds it amusing that they’re so quiet for once. 

atsumu continues to rub soothing circles on your back as he savours the warmth coming from your body, giddy happiness simmering in his chest that he was the one who put you to sleep. lightly rubbing his cheek against your hair, he finds it precious how vulnerable you’ve become with your small breaths, tiny face and itty bitty hands. the same cozy feeling seeps into osamu. he caresses your little fingers, admiring your minuscule nails whilst a tad bit of fear finds it way in at your vulnerable state. it’s okay, he tells himself. you had the whole team there for you after all. 

when everyone comes back, you’re still sleeping. kita lays down a bundle of clean towels and some of the boys’ jersey jackets on the floor. he tells atsumu to put you down. 

“why?” he whispers. “she’s fine with me.”

“just do it,” kita whispers back, almost rolling his eyes.

he does and, miraculously, you don’t wake up, happy to rest in your makeshift bed. kita places multiple jersey jackets over you, sitting down on the floor. he motions everyone to do the same and to bring out their phones. 

with the inarizaki volleyball team sitting in a circle around their baby manager, the meeting starts. 

(04:38)  
**[inarizaki vbc 🦊🏐]**  
>> _akagi, aran, atsumu, gin, kita, omimi, osamu, suna are online. ___

__> > [gin] who changed group chat name and our nicknames back_ _

__> > [aran] I did. I don’t want people asking me why I’m talking to someone named ‘2008 Lexus ES 350.’_ _

__> > [kita] Thank you, Aran. This makes it easier._ _

__> > [atsumu] you’re just jealous that u were the ‘09 honda civic_ _

__> > [akagi] better than being ‘phone sex over walkie talkies’_ _

__> > [atsumu] androids 😷_ _

__> > [kita] Let’s get back on topic please._ _


	4. Chapter 4

>> [kita] First, what did you guys get from the store?

>> [aran] A packet of formula milk, diapers, clothes.

>> [suna] we bought fruit and milk bread too

>> [gin] ive got the receipts. 

>> [kita] Thank you. 

>> [atsumu] wait who’s gonna change her

everyone looks up. you weren’t dating any of them. and it felt too invasive for any of them to be the ones responsible.

>> [osamu] uhh  
>> [osamu] idk

>> [akagi] thanks for ur help 

>> [atsumu] did u rlly think samu was gonna be helpful 

>> [osamu] piss head

>> [atsumu] 😪

>> [omimi] We could ask a teacher.

>> [gin] how are we gonna explain ourselves?  
>> [gin] hey could ya pls help us dress this naked baby thanks

>> [suna] lol  
>> [suna] can’t wait for the impending lecture on safe sex and teenage pregnancies like we’re 13 again

>> [atsumu] 🤢🤢🤢

>> [aran] Some of you still act like you’re 13.

>> [osamu] u guys just have to be polite. don’t forget the thank u 😇

>> [atsumu] blindfold

>> [osamu] wtf what if u hurt her

>> [atsumu] ok bad idea

>> [suna] 💀

>> [aran] The coach?

>> [suna] he’d think we’re crazy

>> [atsumu] i think he already does 😪

>> [suna] no thanks to u and that thing u call a brother

>> [aran] Ok, I’m cutting all of you off here.

>> [akagi] tbh, we don’t have an excuse for this  
>> [akagi] even if we say she’s a relative, they’re gonna ask us why we were left with her unattended 

>> [gin] and naked

>> [akagi] ^

>> [aran] We need the diaper on at least. 

>> [atsumu] how

>> [osamu] use ur hands 👋👋

>> [atsumu] stfu

>> [gin] lmfao

>> [osamu] wait  
>> [osamu] what if we wrapped the diaper  
>> [osamu] and then slipped it on her like pants

>> [akagi] yo!

>> [gin] and if we did it underneath the jersey, we wouldn’t see shit

>> [aran] good thinking!

>> [kita] Great idea. 

>> [osamu] ✌️

>> [suna] i see where all ur braincells went atsumu 

>> [atsumu] fuck off

kita opens the package of diapers and pre-wraps it. grabbing a pair of gloves, he starts it to work it onto you. slipping it through your legs, he slowly moves it up. aran comes over to hold the jerseys down as kita works. 

“nnfu.”

everyone freezes. you settle down soon enough as kita takes a deep breath and resumes. he makes sure to keep his hands respectful as he works the diaper on you. he takes the jerseys from aran and flips them up gently, going to readjust the flaps to make sure the diaper doesn’t fall off before tucking you into bed again. 

everyone breathes a collective sigh of relief. they decide to dress you later once you’ve woken up.

(05:09)  
>> [atsumu] who tf bought the pink tutu

>> [gin] i thought she would look cute in it 

>> [osamu] ….. r u into babies

>> [atsumu] 🥴🥴🥴

>> [gin] stfu u assfucks

>> [suna] jail 

>> [aran] Why don’t we just have her pick?


	5. Chapter 5

the boys go back to practice, trying to be as quiet as possible. practicing actual volleyball wasn’t on the table given how loud it is so they opt for conditioning exercises. they split into two groups with one doing runs outside and the other doing body weight exercises in the gym so there was always someone near you. 

“hmmg,” you rustle in your makeshift bed. 

suna looks over, watching you slowly wake up. he dries his sweat with his towel as he walks over, sitting down next to you. the rest of the team follows behind, crowding around you. your eyes open. as you blink away the sleep, you recognize them and smile when you do, bursting into soft giggles as you kick your legs and wave your arms in excitement. 

“kya!” 

the boys collectively take in a sharp breath, some clutching their chests at your display. osamu swears he can see pink blossoms dancing around you. atsumu puts his face in his hands. ginjima denies any tears. 

“good morning,” omimi smiles. 

you smile back, jostling in your makeshift bed again. “mimi!” 

he smiles, letting you play with his hands. aran pops next to you. “what about me? do you remember my name?”

“mmm….jiji!”

the twins cover up their laughs with a cough. 

“nice one, aha, jiji-san,” suna chuckles. 

“shut up!” aran yells.

kita goes to pick you up, bouncing you in his arms. “are you hungry?” 

you look at him, blinking your cute glittery eyes. “fuu…”

osamu grabs the snacks they brought for you and fishes out the soft milk bread. he takes one out using the wrapper and rips a corner out for you. you grab onto it and slowly put it in your mouth, looking at him. 

“mm, it’s good, yeah?”

you smile around the bread. “mmm!”

everyone collectively goes soft. 

“we should put her in clothes before she gets cold,” aran says.

kita nods and ginjima goes to fetch your washed clothes from the laundry room. as kita sits you down on your pile of jerseys, ginjima lays out two sets: a simple khaki, cotton fox onesie and a soft long sleeved white dress patterned with sunflowers. a lone pink tutu sits on the side. 

“one of these isn’t like the other,” akagi mumbles.

“wonder why,” osamu muses.

atsumu coughs, “baby f—.”

“shut the fuck up, atsumu,” ginjima barks.

kita frowns at them. “no swearing.”

suna, wanting to have your attention to himself (and to prevent you from mimicking their foul language), rushes to your side and offers you washed raspberries to which you coo happily at. you put a couple in your mouth, savouring their sweetness as he contentedly cleans your mouth. 

“rinrin!”

you offer a berry for him and he smirks at the others before letting you feed him.

“thank you,” he says softly, kissing your nose. 

“kya!” you squeal, giggling at the affection.

the other boys glower at suna, but he takes it in stride, happy with your reaction. kita pulls you into his lap before he recognizes what he’s doing. 

“nnm?” you look up at him and he sighs, patting gently on your hair. 

“kita-san,” atsumu starts. “you’re hogging her.”

“i thought we were supposed to let her pick out her clothes,” osamu says, looking to the side.

kita smiles, chuckling softly to himself at their pouts.

“buuu..” you pat at his arm, looking up at him and offering the remaining piece of bread in your hand. kita shakes his head, telling you to eat it as he leaves a soft kiss on your forehead before placing you in front of the clothes again. you smile and bring your hands up to your face, as if playing shy. your giggles escape through the gaps of your little fingers, filling the entire gym in a wash of warmth much like the late afternoon sun. 

“hey ‘samu, is this what baby fever is?”

“probably, ‘tsumu.”

akagi punches a wall.


	6. Chapter 6

bending down to sit on his knees, omimi points to the clothes in front of you. “pick one. we got them for you.” 

you look at him and then to the clothes. the bright sunflowers catch your eye and you paw at them, smiling. but your attention quickly shifts to the soft khaki onesie when you notice akagi pointing at it.

“mm?”

“dude, that’s cheating,” ginjima says.

“we could put her in all three,” aran says.

“what—,” atsumu scoffs. “are you a grandma or something?”

“nothing wrong with that,” kita says pointedly.

“that ain’t what i meant,” atsumu grumbles. 

osamu rolls his eyes and works on dressing you in the onesie. “does it really matter what she wears if she’s gonna look cute in it anyways?” 

suna helps him get your feet in as osamu puts the little fox hood on. “this one’s best anyways. it’s thicker,” he says, noting the double layers. 

you relish in all the attention, cooing and giggling. cheeks pink and eyes sparkly as suna and osamu focus on zipping you up. no one can rid the smiles on their faces. with you all bundled up, osamu leaves you in his lap as he brings the berries over for you and rips you another piece of bread. you look at him and reach your hand into the plastic bag, clumsily taking out a whole slice and offering it to him, hitting him in the face with it.

“mumu!” you chirp, looking at him expectantly.

overwhelmed by your adorable display of affection and care for him, osamu puts a hand over his face as he drops his head to your tiny shoulder. you look at him, confused. “mumu?” you gently pat his face with the bread, wanting him to eat it. atsumu rolls his eyes and squats down, taking your little wrist into his hand as he takes a bite out of the slice of bread. 

“mumu!” you giggle, looking at atsumu. 

osamu looks up, cheeks the lightest shade of pink. “oi, that’s mine.”

“you weren’t eating it.” 

“i was before you invited yourself over here.”

“mm!” you pout, one hand patting on osamu’s shoulders as you try to grab another piece, sensing their displeasure. 

“muh, muh!” your bottom lip quivers and suna comes to pet your hair and soothe you. “stop making her cry, you idiots.” 

the twins turn back to you, feeling a cold chill crawl up their backs as kita looks at them. osamu rubs at your back and leaves a soft kiss on your left cheek. atsumu comes in on the right. 

“ehehe,” you giggle, offering them another piece of bread. osamu bites on it this time and you smile. happy that you’re happy, the twins take a collective deep breath. 

“well, what are we gonna do now?” akagi asks.

“wait for her to turn back?” ginjima offers. 

as the others discuss their next plan of action, you are more than happy to play with the twins and suna. 

“think she can stand?” atsumu asks, as you munch on your raspberries. 

osamu coos your name and holds you gently under your armpits to lift you onto your socked feet. you wobble a bit, but with his help, you’re standing proud and tall just over two feet. 

“kya!” you beam, bouncing on your legs. your shout attracts the attention of the other team members who all start to crowd around you. 

“oh, impressive,” aran smiles. 

you wave your arms at him, happy with the praise. everyone takes turns complimenting you, lavishing you with praise upon praise. you’re so happy you fall to your bum, patting your legs as you giggle. 

the lot of them continue to lavish you with attention as they took turns stretching their arms out for you to walk to. ginjima starts the ritual of leaving a kiss on the back of your hand and soon, your cheeks are ruddy from exertion and the joy of receiving so much attention. kiss after kiss after kiss is left on your hands as you bolt from teammate to teammate much like a hyperactive puppy.

as you run into kita’s arms, you almost slip, but he catches you gracefully and scoops you up into his arms. you coo happily, cheeks flushed from your short bout of exercise. kita grabs his water bottle, unscrewing the lid from it.

“wait,” aran says. “you’re gonna feed it to her like that?”

“we don’t have any sterile bottles,” kita says. “unless any of you could secure a small cup for her.”

somehow and somewhere, akagi finds a small, recyclable paper cup from the school cafeteria. kita inspects it for any dirt before pouring you a glass. he offers the cup to you. “here.” 

you gently take it as kita slowly helps you drink. patiently, kita hydrates you, careful not to let you choke. when you’re done, you smack your lips and smile. “ouuh!” 

kita smiles, drying your mouth with a clean towel. you shake the cup in front of him. confused, kita pours you some more and you turn around, finding akagi.

“mm!” you hold out the cup for him, spilling some in the process. 

he points at himself in surprise before making his way over to you and taking up on your offer, ruffling your hair.

“thanks, princess.”

“fuu!”

“the cutest, most kind princess,” kita chuckles.

you beam, kicking happily at the new title. 

“well then, if that’s how it’s gonna work out, then here, this is for you, your highness.” ginjima hands over the pink tutu they bought earlier.

you take it from him, hands playing with the soft, shimmery pink nylon. you’re about to put it into your mouth, but kita stops you.

“you can’t eat that,” he chides.

“mm?” you look at him curiously. he chuckles and takes it from you, helping you put it on. placing you on the floor, he turns on his phone and takes a quick picture before showing you.

“hyaa!” you giggle, toying with the tutu. you love it! love how floofy and bright it is. you run up to ginjima, holding onto his legs as you smile and chirp at him. he picks you up and you pat his forehead before hugging his neck, doing your best to wrap your arms around him. 

“he’s crying,” aran whispers.

 _i think i would too_ , the twins think.


	7. Chapter 7

>> [kita] img.png

>> [gin] 🙏🙏🙏

>> [omimi] Lovely. 

>> [akagi] make it the chat icon

>> [osamu] img.png

>> [osamu] father of the year. 

>> [kita] you two look very cute together. 

>> [osamu] ngl i kinda sorta wanna hold her forever

>> [gin] and you called me a baby fucker smh   
>> [gin] fucking hypocrite

>> [osamu] 🥰

>> [atsumu] give us a heads up next time you send a picture of urself

>> [osamu] im taking a pic with her not u

>> [gin] just zoom in so you cant see him then 

>> [atsumu] smh hes just so ugly it hurts my eyes and i have to keep going to the hospital every time i see him and i have to tell the doctor, mr doctor i saw a man so ugly that it physically hurt my eyeballs and the doctor said it cant be that bad, so i showed the doc a pic of osamu, and he screamed in pain and cried blood and said u were right and i was so wrong to have doubted u

>> [akagi] wtf dude

>> [gin] he’s your identical twin brother jackass

>> [osamu] lol

>> [suna] .

>> [aran] Why do you behave this way 

aran sighs, putting his fingers on the bridge of his nose before he switches off his phone. 

“hey, kita.” 

“yes?”

“do you know if there was anything in the storage room that could have caused this?”

kita blinks. “i don’t know. i didn’t check clearly before bringing her out.” 

“should we take a look?” omimi asks.

kita nods and asks the twins to bring you as well just in case. 

suna says your name softly, opening his arms for you and you babble happily at the chance to be held again.

“don’t drop her,” atsumu mutters.

“i won’t, wouldn’t want her to end up like you,” suna says coolly. 

osamu snorts.

the twins kick at each other as you find comfort in suna’s arms. 

inside the storage room, they don’t find anything else that kita hadn’t already seen: your clothes left on the floor, cleaning supplies around the mats. 

“nothing looks off,” ginjima says, scratching his head. 

“uuoh,” you babble, waving your arm at the mats. suna places you on top of them, letting you roam around a bit. 

“what if we turn into babies?” akagi asks.

“that’s a possibility,” kita muses.

“yeah, right,” atsumu scoffs.

you pat at the mat as you crawl along it, intrigued by its texture and the feeling underneath your hands and knees. right as you try to stand up, someone bumps into brooms and they clatter onto the floor, startling you. your feet slip from out under you.

“bu!” 

everyone turns around. the world slows. 

suna reaches out, but misses by a hair as you roll precariously near the edge of the stack of mats before falling off entirely. 

his heart drops. 

the room goes cold. 

they don’t hear any cries, no babbles, no baby-talk. nothing. 

suna snaps himself back into it, stumbling over himself as he runs to the other side. 

“what the fuck,” atsumu whispers, voice rising. “you had one fucking job!” 

“you don’t have to be so rude about it,” you groan. you sit up, popping your head and bare shoulders above the stack of mats. 

the fire in atsumu’s chest cools immediately. suna freezes as he rounds the back, catching a glimpse of your bare back before stepping back.

“huh?” ginjima manages, trying to think through the emotional whiplash. 

“are you okay?” suna asks, face still ghastly pale.

you nod, putting a hand on your knee, but feeling no cloth, look down. 

“uh, what’s going on? where’d my clothes go?”

kita takes a deep breath. “your clothes are here. we’ll be waiting for you outside.” 

he ushers everyone out.


	8. Chapter 8

akagi rests his hands on his knees. “holy fuck.”

suna, fiddles with his fingers, glad you sustained no permanent damage. 

atsumu turns towards suna. “i’d fuckin’ deck you if she got hurt.” 

suna glares at him. he didn’t need that from anyone, much less him. 

“it doesn’t matter now,” omimi says, taking a deep breath. “she’s fine and unhurt for the most part.” 

atsumu scoffs and turns to the side, dropping the topic. 

you knock on the doors. 

“hey.” 

they all turn to look at you. 

“um,” you smile sheepishly. “would anyone like to fill me in?” 

osamu comes up to you, silently putting a hand on your head as he pets you. 

“uh.” you don’t really have any words for this. when osamu’s done, atsumu does the same. each team member comes up to you one by one, patting your head. you let them, more surprised at the sudden affection. they were pretty protective of you, which you appreciated, but they’d never been so physical. 

“is everything okay?” you ask, trying to fix your hair. “what’s gotten into all of you?”

“we’re appreciating you,” kita says, a soft smile on his face. 

but you’re not satisfied. luckily, with some more pushing (and a couple of threats), suna gives you the full backstory. 

“oh.”

“that’s it?” atsumu raises a brow. “you don’t think we’re playing you for a fool or anything?”

“i mean—,” you start, shrugging. “do you want me to think all of you would strip me down for a joke?”

“hell no,” ginjima grimaces.

“we would never,” omimi adds.

osamu shakes his head. 

suna smiles. “not like you’d let us live if we ever did that.”

you laugh. “so let’s just forget about it and clean up so we can all go home and sleep, yeah?” 

you head back into the storage room to clean the mats as the boys look at each other. 

“she’s….impressive,” aran says, feeling strangely sentimental. “it feels like i’ve watched her grow up her whole life.” 

atsumu crosses his arms. “‘course she’s impressive. she’s our manager.”

because, really, you were—inarizaki high’s boys volleyball team’s one and only manager. indisputably theirs. you were a steadfast constant they’d long forgotten how to function without. they know hard work will never betray you, and they know you won’t either.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> this ended weirdly serious and possessive but when i was thinking of the title, EXO’s “Call me baby” popped up in my head, so i just went with it.
> 
> the ending is based on the translated song lines of “there are many who shine, but look at what’s real among them.” it’s a possible reference to the korean saying of “빛 좋은 개살구,” which references how an apricot has a nice color, but is otherwise fairly worthless—or all that glitters is not gold.
> 
> so while the boys loved you as a baby, with your endearingly adorable appearance and behaviour, your baby form is meritless and impractical. while they never really showed much outward affection or direct appreciation for you (inarizaki doesn’t strike me as a very fluffy team), they know, and for some come to realize, that your real value is found in the way you do what you do just as the way you are.
> 
> oh yeah, atsumu’s ugly doctor thing about osamu comes from [here](https://a-riisa.tumblr.com/post/189184678803/please-tag-reigen-hes-just-so-ugly-it-hurts-my)lmfao


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